Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Nas,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.